Behind The Counter
1200stillthesame
12:00pm
It's lunchtime. Yes I've been sat here since about 6:00am this morning when I went looking for Frank. But something has just dawned on me, his shift doesn't start until 12:00pm! Of course!
He will be starting now!
I wait, and keep my eyes glued to that little mini store outside of my window, hoping that I may catch a glimpse of my long lost Frank.
And that's when I see him. Colourful tattoos, raven black hair and all. He walks with his hands in his pockets just as usual and steps into that little mini store once again.
Immediately I race out of my apartment and down the stairs straight to him.
I push my way past people and into the mini store where I saw Frank go in, and as soon as I reach the inside and look over at the counter... He isn't there.
It's just that unfamiliar woman again with the mousey brown hair tied back into a low ponytail and rosy freckled cheeks.
She looks up at me with a seemingly daunting expression and then tries to muster up a fake smile.
I look away quickly, snapping my head into the other direction and grab a quick bacon sandwich from the sandwich isle.
I bring it to her. I thought about asking her where Frank was again but I then decided against it, incase she filed me a restraining order or something for being so concerned about a young boy who works at the ministore hours 12:00pm to 11:30pm.
She might think I'm a creep.
As I walk out of the mini store disappointed once again, I look around a few times trying not to make it obvious but to my dismay he is no where to be seen.
The snows falls upon my face as I step outside of the ministore, I button up my coat a little further after feeling the icy air biting on my neck.
I rub my hands together in attempt to create friction to make warmth, you know kind of like what people do to start fires. Rub the twigs together and then soon, with time they just light. Not sure how they do that, must be magic or something. Magic. Magic...
Hey, maybe Frank's magic...
I swear on my life that I just saw him walking into that mini store but as soon as I got there he wasn't there and that's kinda strange, kinda spooky.
Noone can just disappear into thin air unless they are...
Magic! Of course! How did I miss this all of this time!
I smack my forehead with the back of my hand.
Frank is magic and he's playing tricks on me! But why would he do this? How could he be so mean, I guess he really does hate me!!
The tears start welling up again in my eyes.
I'm back at my apartment now, I sit infront of the window once again and stare at the mini store whist eating my newly bought bacon sandwich.
I just can't believe I didn't realise this sooner.
I take an angry, ravenous bite out of my sandwich and begin to chew slowly but suddenly I've lost my appetite. I spit the sandwich out of my mouth and into the trash. I don't want food anymore. I'm just not hungry right now, there is too much on my mind.
I swipe a lonely tear from under my right eye and wipe it onto my jeans, looking down at my hands in self pity.
I feel, numb. I look around me, and suddenly everything around me feels like a dream.
The sofa blurs and throbs in my vision, I get up and reach to touch it, half expecting it to disappear but no it is still there. I feel the sofa a bit more, the fabric is soft and smooth. But it still feels like it isn't there.
It feels like nothing is there. It feels as if I am a ghost. And I am merely just watching life happen through a small screen.
I slowly and carefully lay myself down onto the sofa and close my weary eyes.
It feels better when I close my eyes. I can shut the world out.
I know this sounds insane but, I don't really think I know who the fuck I am anymore.
But one things for certain, Frank is playing tricks on me, he can disappear into thin air and who knows what other things he can do.
Infact maybe this whole scenario is a way of him tormenting me. Maybe he is not really Frank,
maybe he is one of my highschool bullies in disguise as my perfect dream boy, just so they can hurt me once again.
Whatever is going on with "Frank" I will find out and I will learn the consequences and reasons behind it even if it kills me.
After all there is nothing else I can do than sit here watching out the window, hoping he will return to that counter without disappearing again!
It's settled, I'm going to find out where he is, who he is and why he is doing this. And I will, shortly...
It's lunchtime. Yes I've been sat here since about 6:00am this morning when I went looking for Frank. But something has just dawned on me, his shift doesn't start until 12:00pm! Of course!
He will be starting now!
I wait, and keep my eyes glued to that little mini store outside of my window, hoping that I may catch a glimpse of my long lost Frank.
And that's when I see him. Colourful tattoos, raven black hair and all. He walks with his hands in his pockets just as usual and steps into that little mini store once again.
Immediately I race out of my apartment and down the stairs straight to him.
I push my way past people and into the mini store where I saw Frank go in, and as soon as I reach the inside and look over at the counter... He isn't there.
It's just that unfamiliar woman again with the mousey brown hair tied back into a low ponytail and rosy freckled cheeks.
She looks up at me with a seemingly daunting expression and then tries to muster up a fake smile.
I look away quickly, snapping my head into the other direction and grab a quick bacon sandwich from the sandwich isle.
I bring it to her. I thought about asking her where Frank was again but I then decided against it, incase she filed me a restraining order or something for being so concerned about a young boy who works at the ministore hours 12:00pm to 11:30pm.
She might think I'm a creep.
As I walk out of the mini store disappointed once again, I look around a few times trying not to make it obvious but to my dismay he is no where to be seen.
The snows falls upon my face as I step outside of the ministore, I button up my coat a little further after feeling the icy air biting on my neck.
I rub my hands together in attempt to create friction to make warmth, you know kind of like what people do to start fires. Rub the twigs together and then soon, with time they just light. Not sure how they do that, must be magic or something. Magic. Magic...
Hey, maybe Frank's magic...
I swear on my life that I just saw him walking into that mini store but as soon as I got there he wasn't there and that's kinda strange, kinda spooky.
Noone can just disappear into thin air unless they are...
Magic! Of course! How did I miss this all of this time!
I smack my forehead with the back of my hand.
Frank is magic and he's playing tricks on me! But why would he do this? How could he be so mean, I guess he really does hate me!!
The tears start welling up again in my eyes.
I'm back at my apartment now, I sit infront of the window once again and stare at the mini store whist eating my newly bought bacon sandwich.
I just can't believe I didn't realise this sooner.
I take an angry, ravenous bite out of my sandwich and begin to chew slowly but suddenly I've lost my appetite. I spit the sandwich out of my mouth and into the trash. I don't want food anymore. I'm just not hungry right now, there is too much on my mind.
I swipe a lonely tear from under my right eye and wipe it onto my jeans, looking down at my hands in self pity.
I feel, numb. I look around me, and suddenly everything around me feels like a dream.
The sofa blurs and throbs in my vision, I get up and reach to touch it, half expecting it to disappear but no it is still there. I feel the sofa a bit more, the fabric is soft and smooth. But it still feels like it isn't there.
It feels like nothing is there. It feels as if I am a ghost. And I am merely just watching life happen through a small screen.
I slowly and carefully lay myself down onto the sofa and close my weary eyes.
It feels better when I close my eyes. I can shut the world out.
I know this sounds insane but, I don't really think I know who the fuck I am anymore.
But one things for certain, Frank is playing tricks on me, he can disappear into thin air and who knows what other things he can do.
Infact maybe this whole scenario is a way of him tormenting me. Maybe he is not really Frank,
maybe he is one of my highschool bullies in disguise as my perfect dream boy, just so they can hurt me once again.
Whatever is going on with "Frank" I will find out and I will learn the consequences and reasons behind it even if it kills me.
After all there is nothing else I can do than sit here watching out the window, hoping he will return to that counter without disappearing again!
It's settled, I'm going to find out where he is, who he is and why he is doing this. And I will, shortly...
@The pink flamingos return
Thankyou and no prob lol :D
5/21/17